In Ponyville’s library, a baby dragon was busy preparing for a party. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a black vest over it. On his waist was two belts. One circled his waist, and one hung from the first belt. On the hanging belt was a plastic gun in a holster. Below the belts he was wearing a pair of blue pants with an orange dotted line going down both sides of his legs. He set a punch bowl on a nearby table and sighed.
“Twilight!” he called. “This party was your idea, so you should help set it up!”
“I’m coming Spike,” she replied. Twilight descended a set of stairs and the dragon stared at her. She was wearing a beige jacket with an orange trim. On the left lapel of the jacket was a stick of celery. Underneath the jacket was a white sweater vest with orange and black stripes in its center leading to the shoulders. Underneath that was a white dress shirt with two question marks on the collar, one on the left and one on the right. On top of the unicorn’s head was a white panama hat with an orange band around it. Spike looked at Twilight with confusion.
“Well?” she asked. Spike scratched his head.
“Are you a cricket player?” he asked. A giggle came from Twilight.
“Come on Spike, you know who I’m dressed up as.” Spike blinked. Twilight cleared her throat. “For some ponies, small, beautiful events are what life is all about!” Again, Spike blinked.
“Are you dressed up as some obscure character like that time you were dressed as that faceless detective with the blue fedora and trench coat?
“The Question is not an obscure character,” she said frustrated. “He was created by the same pony who created Spider-Mane, and he had three episodes focusing on him in Justice League Unlimited!” Spike gave her a deadpan look. A sigh left Twilight.
“I’m the Doctor,” she said.
“I thought the Doctor wore a tweed jacket and had a bow tie,” Spike said. Twilight’s horn lit up and levitated a banner to the ceiling.
“They’re both the Doctor,” she replied. “The Doctor you described is the current incarnation of him. The one I’m dressed up as is the fifth incarnation.” Spike shrugged.
“How am I supposed to know that?” he asked hanging streamers on a wall. “All I know is that the Doctor has been around for almost 40 years and that there have been many actors who played him. This Doctor was probably before my time.” Twilight smiled at him.
“Very true,” her horn glowed and a basket of cupcakes entered the room. “But when we were younger, you watched the older episodes of Doctor Whooves with me, remember?”
“I was a baby when we did that.”
“You’re still a baby.”
“Yeah, but I’m not a baby by pony standards anymore.” Before Twilight could respond a knock came from the entrance way. Twilight continued decorating while Spike answered the door. When he opened it, he was face to face with a pink pony. Her mane and tail were poofy, but instead of their usual pink, they were dyed brown. On her head was a wide-brimmed brown fedora. She was wearing a brown plaid vest with a burgundy cravat sticking out of the vest’s top. Over the vest was a brown waist coat. The strangest thing about her outfit was a scarf that measured at least twelve feet hung on her neck. In one of her forelegs was a bag of candy.
“Hey Pinkie,” Spike said. “You’re here early; the party doesn’t start for another hour and a half.” Pinkie entered the library and Spike closed the door.
“I know,” she said. “But I figured that since you two were hosting a party of this size, you could use some help setting up.” Pinkie reached into the coat’s pockets and pulled out some balloons and started blowing. Spike, like what he did with Twilight’s costume, looked at Pinkie with confusion.
“Who are you dressed as?” he asked. Pinkie let the balloon she had in her mouth go and it flew around hitting Twilight.
“Do you like it?” Pinkie asked. “When I heard you two were hosting a costume party, I let out the hugest gasp like GAAAAAAAAAAASP. It gave me the perfect opportunity to use this. But when the invitation said that the theme was fictional characters, I let out an even bigger gasp! I think I broke a record or something since when I gasped a second time, the windows in my room shattered. Anyways, it took me forever to make this costume. Well, not the coat or the vest or hat or cravat, those I already had. But this scarf took an eternity to make. But it’s well worth it because for tonight I get to be…” Twilight turned away from her decorating and stared at her pink guest. Her eyes widened at Pinkie’s costume.
“The Doctor,” she gaped. Pinkie looked up at Twilight and a wide smile appeared on her face.
“OH MY GOSH! TWILIGHT YOU’RE HIM TOO!” she exclaimed. “This is perfect! We’re both the greatest character in science fiction history! Well, besides Marvin the Paranoid Android. But that doesn’t count since he’s a character in a series that’s over. I’d like to be his friend though; he would probably cheer up after attending one of my parties. But then again…”
“Hold up,” Spike interrupted. “How are you both dressed as the Doctor?”
“I’m the Doctor that preceded Twilight’s Doctor,” Pinkie answered. “I’m dressed as the fourth Doctor while Twilight is dressed as the fifth. And man, am I glad I chose this one. I almost chose the fifth. That would have been awkward, having two ponies dressed as the same thing. But it was a tough decision. I couldn’t choose between the sixth, fifth, fourth, or third. They’re all so amazing! I mean really, how can a pony choose? The sixth had this colourful costume, while the third knew kung-fu. And the fifth had…” Twilight turned around and walked back to her room.
“Where are you going Twilight?” Pinkie asked.
“You’re right Pinkie,” she said. “It’s awkward for two ponies to be dressed as the same thing. So, I’m going to go upstairs, and put on my Huntress costume.”
“Ooo, that’s a great idea! Both you and her are voiced by the same person.” Pinkie said. Twilight stopped on the middle of the stairs and turned to her pink friend. A confused look was on Twilight’s face while a smile was on Pinkie’s. “But before you go, I have to ask you something.” Pinkie reached for the bag of candy and held it open to her friend. In the bag was a large number of multicoloured soft candy in the shape of foals.
“Would you like a Jelly Foal?”